No other person on this planet was made for you. They were made for themselves. Love is all about choices and no one is perfect. We need to stop raising everyone on the belief that someone out there, just one other person in the world of 7 billion, was “made for you,” because it isn’t true. No one is made for you besides yourself. If you want to make it work with someone, it’s about trust, understanding, compassion, communication, and choice - not fate.
i love solangelo but i dont love the idea that WIll has a perfect mental health and is ‘fixing’ Nico
I love the solangelo where Will is JUST AS mentally ill as Nico. someone who has suffered and copes with his trauma in different ways, and both he and Nico help each other through what theyve been through and theyre equals in every single way
It was a known fact that Captain Levi enjoyed tea, some even thought his entire diet consisted of it. Because he liked tea, everyone who liked the Captain made it for him, in order to impress him and gain his praises, but they never did, it was always `thanks` in that flat tone of his that always insinuated `it`s not very good, try again`. Little did they know it wasn`t because they`d steeped it too long or used the wrong blend, or even the wrong tea cup, but because they all assumed Levi liked his tea black and bitter.
Levi loathed straight black tea, despite popular belief, and whenever someone made him a cup he`d make sure add about a hundred spoonfuls of sugar to it. It`s why no one ever saw him preparing his own tea, or drinking it after they`d served it to him, what would they think if they saw their war hardened Captain pouring all that sugar into his tea because he couldn`t have it black?
Drinking black tea in a plain white mug was manlier than sweet tea with lots of cream in his favorite baby blue tea cup, and he had an image to uphold. It was like if he asked for strawberry milk instead of a beer, like choosing a unicorn over a horse, you just didn`t do it. So Levi kept his little sweet tooth secret, never would anyone see him pouring half the bag of sugar into his tea, or the fact that the tea in the black tea tin was actually his favorite rose blend.
He`d sit up in his office, choose one of his favorite tea sets and drink his feminine choice in drink in peace, it`s where he thought he was completely safe from prying eyes and mocking gazes. He liked having his fluffy quilt of cotton and floral fabric, an old one he`d found, but was able to mend himself, and a good book, particularly romance novels where one couldn`t be with the other due to their age difference but somehow they would love one another anyway and live happily ever after.
No one ever dared disturb him during this time, everyone around knew they were his designated relaxation hours. Everyone who`d been with him for long enough knew that, everyone except Eren. Eren who looked up to him the most, Eren who would lose all respect for him if he knew how soft his Captain really was, Eren who never fucking knocked before coming in.
“Captain! I was looking all over for… you.” Eren shouted coming in, only to pause at the scene before him. Captain Levi curled up in his way too big desk chair bundled up in a rose patterned blanket that seemed to swallow him whole, a book with a romantic title, “To Love Him Is Wrong, But I Cannot Bring Myself To Be Right”, and was that two guys on the cover? But most of all he had a well made, pearly pink, china tea set with cherry blossoms and rosy branches painted all over it and a tea cup full of creamy looking peach colored tea, definitely not the dark black he usually drank.
“Captain what are you…?”
Levi looked like a cross between furious, embarrassed and ready to cry.
Here it comes, he`s going to cut into his ass and never respect him again. Levi would have to beat him harder than he had at the tribunal to get him to take him seriously ever again.
“Wow, seriously sir, you`re just adorable if you don`t mind me saying so!” Eren squealed, holding his own face in his hands. Levi blinked, technically, this was what he`d been dreading, to be seen in a soft, weak light, but… it didn`t feel so bad with Eren doing it.
“Is that so?” Levi had to be sure, Eren nodded eagerly at the question.
“Mh! It`s awesome you can be cute like this but still kick ass!” The boy praised. Levi hadn`t ever thought of it that way, but still…
“Ahem, thank you Eren. But you can`t say anything about this okay?” Levi said, Eren looked confused for a moment, like he wanted to ask questions, but then understanding filled his green orbs instead.
It looked like Eren was going to give him some lecture about pride or something so Levi shut him up quick, “It`s our special secret.” He whispered, immediately Eren`s face lit up like a Christmas tree, not just anyone got to know about the Captain`s special secrets so he must have really trusted Eren in particular! Aa, he wanted to brag about it but, if Levi trusted him to keep it a secret then he wouldn`t say a word.
“Yes sir! My lips are sealed!” Eren promised,
Levi had never been more relieved it was Eren who`d barged into his office.
Once Eren had found out about his little secret the boy had pestered him until he`d given him the recipe for his ideal tea, five spoons of sugar, three splashes of cream and use the rose blend on the top shelf of the pantry, and the shifter took it as his duty to prepare Levi`s tea from then on, because he knew Captain`s secret now so he could prepare what he liked, and Levi let him. Only because somehow the brat`s tea was a hundred times better than his own. When he made it, it was just sweet enough, always steeped to perfection, always had a creamy texture and was never gritty, sometimes he`d even put actual rose petals in for extra flavor.
No longer did Levi have to tiptoe about just to get a cup of tea, because Eren always seemed to know when he was craving it and would be at his door with a steaming pot ready for him. But it became more than tea too, he brought him warm sweaters, Captain always looks so cold in that blanket, new books, I didn`t know what you liked to read but this one has guys on the cover too, and kept him company.
Levi didn`t know how close they were becoming, how he would let Eren share his quilt because it was big enough for both of them, let Eren blush himself silly trying to read his romance books aloud, let the cadet lay his head on his lap when he got sleepy. And when he finally did notice, he didn`t mind as much as he should, at all really. He could admit it, if only to himself, he really liked Eren. In the kind of way his novels described, his heart would beat fast, his hands would sweat - disgusting - and he would feel light whenever he was near. Geez he really was turning into a girl wasn`t he?
Still, he should have guessed such bliss couldn`t last.
It had been another day, pretty slow in terms of training and such since there wasn`t anything urgent to learn so Eren had come to his office earlier than normal, baring his usual gifts of a large blanket and tea and cookies to share. Levi had looked up from his blasted paperwork to find the boy smiling down at him and he allowed himself a small one in return. He pushed his work aside, Eyebrows would get it when he finished dammit, and opened his arms to invite Eren over into the large chair like always. Eren had happily squeezed in next to him, draping the big blanket over their heads and shoulders and poured the two some of his delicious tea.
Right as they were settling in, Eren laying his head on Levi`s to read over his shoulder, they`d switched out romance novels for action/adventures, the door was flung open in a flurry of `I`m sorry for intruding` and bad undercuts. Oluo stood in the doorway bowing until he was almost in half and holding out more paperwork, seriously, more Erwin? Do your own damn paperwork! Straight out in front of him. Instead of jumping up Eren had pulled him closer protectively, not knowing who had been coming in at first and Levi sat completely still.
“F-forgive me sir! You weren`t answering your door so I…” Oluo had started up with his rambling apology and raised his head to do so properly, but he was met with the sight of Captain Levi looking terribly small wrapped in a giant fluffy blanket with… with the newbie! And what was with that tea? It was pink! Just what exactly was he seeing here!?
“What is all of this?” Oluo yelled, of course he bit his tongue in the process.
Eren`s eyes shot over to look at Levi who was still frozen with shock and looked ready to cry again, he had to do something to keep the Captain`s secret, as painful as this would be for him, he couldn`t let his Captain take this, it was time for him to repay all his kindness these past days.
“Ahem, this is all me.” Eren said seriously, his voice was really out of place in the fluffy scene. Levi shot him a look of disbelief but he didn`t stop, let me do this for you sir, he thought. “I… I like all this kind of stuff, and I dragged Captain into with me, and because he was kind he stayed, even though he doesn`t like this kind of thing at all!”
Oluo sneered at him, “Hah, should have known you were a weirdo, what are you some kind of girl? Hah! You`re lucky the Captain`s such a good man, I wouldn`t have let a rookie like you get away with it though, I`d-”
As Oluo continued to lecture Eren, Levi couldn`t tear his eyes away from him. This boy, with so little already, had taken such a hard blow to his pride, saved Levi from humiliation, without even being asked to. He was sitting through the harsh words hewas supposed to be getting, he was the one who liked all this, in fact, Eren was the one who liked his tea black without anything else between them. Eren had taken the bullet for him like it was nothing, he would have never imagined he cared that much.
“Enough Oluo.” Levi ordered, he couldn`t let this continue.
“But sir! He`s the one who dragged you into-”
“Hoh? Did I stutter? That was an order soldier.” He told the man darkly, and with a not manly at all squeak he scurried out of the room, making sure to close the door behind him so Levi wouldn`t give chase.
After he`d left Eren let out a nervous laugh, “Haha, that was close wasn`t it sir?”
“Why did you do it Eren?” Levi cut in, why would anyone, no matter how close, take that kind of pain for another?
Eren`s eyes darted around uneasily as he let out another laugh.
“W-well I promised to keep your secret didn`t I? And I-”
“Eren. Don`t lie, what`s the real reason? Even if you were keeping my secret you didn`t have to take the blame.”
“I-I guess there`s no hiding it then huh?” … “I-I like you Captain.” The boy admitted, ah, Levi`s heart was skipping every other beat again.
“And because I like you, I had to protect you sir. Please forgive me for having these weird feelings for you!” Eren pleaded, he pulled the blanket they`d been sharing over his head further to hide himself completely from view.
Eren liked him. Eren liked him. He could feel not only a burning blush covering his cheeks, but a big - big for him that was - smile spreading on his face as he let out a breathy laugh, there was nothing really funny about it, but it was more of a relief kind of laugh. If Eren was weird, Levi supposed he was too right?
He wiggled his way under the blanket with Eren, even as he tried to shift away and hide more, and pulled him into a soft kiss that stopped his struggling instantly. Levi wasn`t very experienced, he just sort of, held their lips together, but Eren hummed contently and it felt good, really good, even if they weren`t doing anything. When he could bring himself to pull back a minute or so later he whispered to the boy,
“I like you too, Eren.”
Eren gaped when his lip fell away from his, his eyes growing impossibly larger - because they were already so big - at his superior`s confession. Levi was a bit nervous, maybe he had read his words wrong and Eren didn`t like him that way. Maybe Levi had made a comeplete fool of himself and really made Eren lose respect for him that no beating would restore.
But then Eren`s dropped jaw formed a smile, a happy, joyful smile, like Levi had promised him the world in just one confession.
The grin on Eren`s face made his own small smile grow just that much more as the kid pulled him into a bear hug and laughed like he`d heard the funniest thing in the world. His laughter was deep and contagious and Levi started laughing too, his lighter, quieter giggles mixing with Eren`s well.
What were they even doing? Giggling like two teenagers - technically one of them was - underneath a blanket like it was their own little world. But Levi didn`t care, for once in a long, long time, he was just happy. The two eventually calmed down enough to form words, Eren`s first ones were thanking him for accepting his feelings. Speaking of thanks, now that they were technically together he could…
“Eren, I want to thank you for saving me before.” Levi said lowly, shifting himself closer to Eren`s lap. Eren looked at him strangely, reminding him he`d already said that. Sigh, this brat had no idea how to take hints did he? Figures he would fall for someone like that.
“No, I want to… repay your kindness Eren.” Levi purred, taking the boy`s face in his hands as it finally clicked for him, you could practically hear it.
“Mmhm, would you like that Eren?”
Taking that as the approval he needed, Levi pulled the blanket away from their heads and let it fall to the floor. Eren laid back on the plushy chair when Levi`s hands pushed him against it, using his shoulders as leverage to crawl over him and straddle his waist.
They looked at each other for a moment, breath quickening at what was to come, Eren made the first move with a noisy `gulp` and pulled Levi close by the small of his back with one hand and tilted his head forwards with the other, closing the gap between them second time. Eren was more forceful than Levi had been as he worked his lips against Levi own, loving the sound of his stuttering gasp when he dared dart his tongue out to slide across his plump bottom lip to coax them to part.
He let his hands wander down this body he`d admired for so long, caution slowly slipping from his mind, running along Levi`s back, his arms, his hips, before settling on his ass to give it a timid squeeze, causing Levi to let out a scandalized squeak, making the mistake of opening his mouth to let Eren enter it easily. Levi didn`t seem to understand at first, why his mouth was suddenly so hot, but he still moaned at the feeling of Eren tongue inside his mouth, against his own, rubbing against it and exploring every part it could reach.
Eren pulled back, Levi`s lips chasing after his as he did so, to tug at the Captain`s shirt, his implications clear. Levi blushed harder but lifted his arms so Eren could pull the cloth away. Eren`s hands instantly stroked his sides and grabbed at his hips, muttering to himself `so smooth` and `pretty, you`re very pretty sir` as he was captivated by the newly exposed skin. Levi felt flatter but, also cheated. Eren was still fully clothed…
“N-now you.” He insisted, trying to sound firm. Eren held back a smile, he was being shy again. Either way Eren obeyed, taking his shirt from the bottom hem and slipping it over his head confidently, though he did feel a bit exposed now since Levi was no longer the only one like this and was staring at him so intensely. Silver eyes roamed his chest and abs shamelessly, but his hands were a different story, hiding themselves deeper into his brown locks, too frightened to venture down.
“Hey, it`s okay, go ahead.” Eren encouraged, wanting Levi to feel free to touch him as he pleased, and to feel those hands on his body. Levi nodded a bit, mostly to himself and placed both hands on his chest, biting his lip in concentration. He stayed in that position, unsure of what to do next, Eren couldn`t help himself as he reached out to cup his face with his hands.
“You`re so cute Captain, please do as you wish with me.” He cooed, Levi looked up at him through his black lashes, flushing at the compliment, before letting his own hands wander as Eren`s had been, carving out all the harsh edges and dips in his muscles, getting startled whenever Eren couldn`t hold back a shudder. Levi let his fingers trail back up over Eren`s body, tickling the back of his neck and… oh.
“Ah! Levi!” Eren gasped, Levi forced himself not to jump right off his lap in fright, he was nervous after all, but that passed all too quickly when Levi realized he was the one to make such a sound spill from Eren`s mouth so forcefully, it gave him quite the boost in his confidence and he boldly brushed the spot on the back of the brunet`s neck again, earning another loud pant.
It was something like a titan wasn`t it? The weak spot at the nape, and Eren was a titan too so… it made sense didn`t it? Idly Levi thought of Hanji having an out right fit at the information, but she wouldn`t be getting it, Levi decided this would be his own secret as he kept rubbing Eren`s nape, he was the only one who was going to know exactly what Eren liked. He felt like he had some kind of special position by knowing it, and he was selfish so he wouldn`t be letting anyone else find out.
“You like it, Eren?” The raven mumbled softly to the shifter, who had gone limp against his shoulder, shuddering every other second. He could feel him nod vigorously from where his head lied. To his surprise though, Eren pulled his head, and neck, away from Levi`s grasp suddenly. He shook his head, like he was trying yo convince himself, and told him,
“S-sir, I want to be gentle with you, but if you continue to do things like that… I don`t think I`ll be able to hold back.”
Levi blinked, then a blush took over his face when he realized what the cadet was implying.
“W-who said anything about that you idiot! Don`t get so ahead of yourself.” He hissed, Eren opened his mouth to apologize then, his eyes wide at the realization of his own statement and face looking a bit disappointed but Levi stopped him before he could say anything.
“B-but since, since I`m repaying you…”
Eren immediately perked up like some puppy. Tch. That was annoying.
“Don`t be so eager.”
Now he was a kicked puppy and Levi felt bad.
“Ahem, since I`m repaying you, please… do what you wish with me.” The captain forced out, repeating Eren`s own offer from earlier, looking away from Eren`s intense gaze as he took in what he was saying. But that`s all he was doing, just looking and damn it all if Levi wasn`t embarrassed enough already.
“Well? Say something you- AH!”
The moment he was fed up with the silence was the moment Eren pounced on him, pinning him to the desk in front of them - behind him? - and staring down at Levi with an animalistic glint in his vibrant green eyes. Levi`s silver slivers widened at the sudden, but slight, pain in his back from being slammed against hard wood.
“I really tried holding back sir, but when you talk like that… Please forgive me for this.”
With that Eren dove forwards, pressing their bodies together as tightly as he could, almost crushing Levi in the process with his weight, and began to rock back and forth, rubbing their arousals together. Levi covered his mouth to muffled the girly noises that were spilling from him, his other gripping Eren`s back for dear life as the boy grinded onto him.
Eren wouldn`t slow down, going full force the moment he was upon him, panting harshly like a dog into his ear, mumbling things like `captain`s skin is so soft` and `your voice is so sweet sir, let me hear it more`. The desk protested at the constant rhythm of back and forth, back and forth, creaking it`s complaint loudly beneath them.
“Ah! Eren, Eren slow down,” Levi panted, becoming overwhelmed with the sheer amount of contact. Eren growled lowly, like it was the worst thing to pull away from Levi even for a second.
“No.” He told him.
At any other moment Levi would have been furious, but right then he couldn`t possibly think of anything other than Eren caging him against the desk as he grinded his back against the smooth wood. It felt like hours Levi lied there, just taking whatever Eren had left, he didn`t notice his own moans rising in pitch, coming at a faster frequency, didn`t feel Eren`s thrusts becoming erratic as his own hips bucked with a mind of their own.
“Mmh, mn, I-I`m- ah!” For the love of Maria he couldn`t even warn Eren he was about to-
White spots danced across Levi`s tightly shut eyelids as he reached his high, Eren still frantically rubbing against him, before finding his own relief with a long groan, then plopping down onto Levi`s heaving form in exhaustion. They lay there, panting as they calmed down. Eren lifted his head from Levi chest to smile a dopey smile up at him, and Levi couldn`t do more than ruffle his brown locks lovingly in return.
He could chew him out for ruining two perfectly good pairs of uniform pants later.
So I’ve been thinking (not being sanctimonious here) on the difference between me and my liberal friends. Because if my liberal friends knew of my blog here they’d probably drop me as their friend faster than if they were holding a scalding pan, despite me identifying as a liberal myself albeit quite a centrist liberal. Yet, unless very extreme, I would never drop someone because of their beliefs. For me to drop someone, it isn’t based on beliefs, it is based on actions, the moment you take bad actions against me, THAT’S when I drop you, not when you just simply have different beliefs than me.
And the difference between my liberal friends and I is simple, I have never surrounded myself with an echo-chamber. Despite having much annoyance at many ideas and moral views different than mine, I have never once completely shut out people based on difference of opinion. This is why I run this blog, I like to engage in multiple points of view of world issues and various politics but I fear co-mingling this blog with my liberal friends. Why? Because when you convene and only speak with others who share your points of view and ideologies, and only ever get your information from news and media which aligns with your political stances; you in fact, become intolerant and unaccepting.
A lot of liberals (used to be how I was too), have this idea that “intolerance” and “unaccepting” are words that can only apply to people who resist progressive ideas (i.e. the liberal perception of conservatives), but that’s not true at all. Intolerance and unacceptance have no stake in what the idea is, just that you approach it with a closed-mind, that’s all the scenario those words require to become applicable. So when your news media and your ideologically same friends all parrot the same stories and the same misguided aspects of those stories which then you internalise and don’t critically think about or have outside views to balance, then you become more and more sensational and radical, more and more intolerant and unaccepting of anything which challenges your world-view.
That’s why as a centrist liberal who makes sure to listen to both sides, I am much more well-adjusted in light of the inauguration, much more calm, and much more optimistic and willing to see what Trump’s presidency has to offer in improvement for my nation. I’m much more willing to compromise and realise how people can work together despite the divide in the political aisle, than my friends are. And I’m also not breaking out into hysterics and paranoia and thinking the world is completely ending.
That’s why my friends are all sitting on tumblr and posting things like…
“I hope you rest easy tonight, because the millions of individuals that could have their rights, lives, and chance to be here could be gone as quick as the flick of the wrist. I am not safe, my family is not safe…”
You’re a gay white male, you are quite safe I assure you, as is your family, as are all your LGBT friends (including me), and your legal immigrant friends.
“Millions–millions–of people around the globe marched and rallied today (January 20-21, 2017) because women’s rights are human rights.”
Whoever said they weren’t??? Whoever was challenging that notion? No one.
And this echo-chambered existence is why all my liberal friends… 1. are believing that the White House page change no longer having an LGBT page is the end of their rights 2. arebelievingthat Trump calling out fake news is somehow bullying to CNN because that is one of my liberal friends’ news sources 3. having anxiety attacks and breaking down 4. calling themselves the resistance, not just calling themselves anti-Trump but calling themselves the straight up “resistance” like holy fucking shit, chill, we don’t have a Darth Vader/Emperor Palpatine situation, put down the blaster.
And this is all because they just can’t deal with this massive bubble of theirs having been popped. Since at least the Obama presidency began (referencing a time point, not setting blame here), my friends have lived in these echo-chambers and because they have no balance of viewpoints, they’ve grown intolerant and unaccepting of anything not liberal, that’s why Trump being president is the end of the world to them, they have no other way to see it.
And what bothers me most is not that my friends have allowed themselves to become so gullible and narrow-minded in their views and sources, no it’s the fact we have let the media become this polarised, because it is doing damage. Big time! The news media is supposed to just report facts, not be biased, yet it has been for a long time now. This may very well be the biggest chaos ever seen in light of a presidential election, and we have the media to blame for it, we really do. The media and in turn those they’ve indoctrinated and spread so much fear into and used as tools to spread fear with, are the problem right nowand we need to address it and find a way to reverse the psychological damage in these people who have succumbed to it. Being this hysterical and paranoid and fear-ridden is not normal, by far!
So this is what happens when you live in an echo-chamber, you may live peacefully as long as things go your way and how you think they should, but you enter this complacency in believing the world is in your control and when you discover it isn’t, your mind and your fellow ideologues’ minds just descend into utter chaos. What happens when you live in an echo-chamber is you lose touch with reality. Never do that, always seek balance and truth, always.
Your attention please. It has come to my attention, Ms. Dlomo is the target of very concentrated and intense “hate speech” and other rhetoric on Twitter and Tumblr. I visited @LongLukeArnold aka Long John Silver’s account (to spread the #Joadi love) and saw all manner of evil directed at Ms. Dlomo by SilverFlint fans. It’s heartbreaking. I especially felt uncomfortable for Mr. Arnold, who plays Madi’s love interest on the show. His feed was filled with hate for his co-star, when all he asked was we flood Tumblr with John x Madi. What he got was Silver & Flint. 😱 Over and Over and we hate Madi/Zethu.
Although, I am unable to confirm. Sources say, prior to Ms. Dlomo’s making her own Twitter Account private, Ms. Dlomo posted her personal religious beliefs on HER OWN account. Someone took offense and began a “homophobic” smear campaign, which explains the SilverFlint Movement. These individuals have made it their mission to destroy any professional satisfaction, the award winning actress may get from playing Madi. And it appears TPTB are bowing to the pressure as well. Can anyone show me where Ms. Dlomo has been featured in a Press Junket or Con? Is she even in the pictures? Despite playing a significant role in the Show’s final season?! Sad. Especially, when TPTB had a potential cash cow in featuring a WOC. Minorities control style, culture and What’s hot! We Cosplay too! (Fact: see Music. Fashion. Hair. Film. Small Business growth & development..etc). With women supporting this show… But I digress.
As a person who grew up in a religious home, with gay family and friends; Hell, I was a Fag Hag and Beard before I even understood what those terms meant! 🤣 I know the pain my Black brothers and sisters endured because of who they loved and they would NEVER stoop to the dirty depths these folk are wallowing in.
I find what the SilverFlint faction and others are doing to Ms. Dlomo just as appalling as what so called “Christians” do. Currently, I see no difference between the two.
The best way to soften a heart towards your plight is to show love and to educate. Not steal, kill and destroy.
So, if you are so inclined to be an agent of change, please let’s make Ms. Dlomo’s and Mr. Arnold’s final season special. Let’s show the Black Sails fandom, what love and appreciation looks like ( because ain’t no way I can do what they do, naked even) 😜via tweets and posts and whatever you do best. 😍
-Will be considerate of everything. Everything. You’re depressed? They’ll stay up just to talk to you. You’re sensitive of something? They’ll make note of that.
-Will not be humiliated by you, even if you’re a hyperactive, loud ball of enthusiasm.
-Will respect you.
-Will be open minded with everything from that new Egyptian place to sex and everything in between.
-Will be willing to compromise to improve your relationship.
-Will always find a way to be with you in the future.
-Will not doubt you.
-Will always have faith in you even when times are rough.
-Will tell you things that you have heard a million times because everyone needs reassurance. We’re human. We need to be told a million things even though we heard them all before. Key phrases include: I love you, I believe in you, I have faith in you.
-Will be spontaneous.
-Will listen. Always.
-Will never make excuses for getting out of things and instead be upfront. Tell you why they don’t want to do this thing (maybe they’re not into Indian food or roller coasters).
-Will do anything for you to see you smile, even if it’s something they can’t help you with.
-Will do that thing you love even though they’re not a fan of it because you’d do the same for them. (Ex. He hates ballet, but he’ll go anyway for you. In return, go to a sports game with him.)
-Will want to talk to you, even if it’s about stupid shit.
I once saw someone online arguing against the popular opinion that John Lennon may have been an INFP. Their main point: INFPs are nice, some of the nicest people around, actually, whereas John Lennon was not nice at all, but was in fact well known for his outspoken rudeness and venomous sarcasm.
Lennon aside, here’s the axe I’ve come to grind: INFPs are not always nice. They are characterized above all by introverted feeling (Fi), which can quite often manifest itself as stubborn, blunt, or harsh, actually. Yeah, most INFPs are fairly low-key and chill; I’ll give you that. But rub us the wrong way, violate our cherished values, and we can lash back with acidic sting. Most people I know think of me as pleasant and kind, but those who stick around longer will see clearly that I’m a fighter too. It’s not a contradiction. Kindness matters to me, and so do other things, and I’ll fight for what matters.
I wanted to add to the growing list of posts that tell you that your craft is your own. You can do whatever you’d like, however you’d like, as much or as little as you’d like, just as long as you’re not taking from closed cultures.
But I see a lot of posts that say “13 things every young witch needs,” as if it’s a requirement to have crystals and herbs and jars. So I’m making it a point to say that whether you have rare herbs straight from the source of whatever country they grow in, or if you have only one tumbled rose quartz in your crystal arsenal, or maybe if you only have intent…
You. Are. A. Real. Witch.
You don’t need anything to be confident in your beliefs. Don’t let someone tell you that you need certain stuffs to validate your practice. Tools come with time, magic comes from within.
Lmao i just unfollowed someone for saying theres racism against white people
Like as a white person no. We face no racism. Nada. Racism is oppression, which white people do not face for being white. Maybe once in a blue moon someone will call you a cracker or mayo but that’s not oppression and barely discrimination if it even is. Pull your head outta your ass
Here we have a simple-ish art piece of my favorite TAH segment that I was gonna take with me to SFSF to try and get signed by the cast and the Bens, but as I’m no longer able to go *cries*, I thought I’d post it here for all my fellow Adventurekateers to… observe, I guess.
I will always respect everyone’s religious beliefs whether you believe in God or don’t. That’s your belief and I wholeheartedly respect it. What I don’t like is when people try to tell me that “God doesn’t exist” and try to push their beliefs on me. Like that’s great for you and what you believe in, but I do believe in God and you’re being very annoying right now actin like a damn asshole who thinks they’re entitled to forcefully push their beliefs on someone cause they’re different. That’s what I don’t like 🙂🙂🙂
It’s incredibly ignorant and insensitive to tell someone, anyone, to “get over yourself” in the face of a cultural concern. Idc if you think this person was a “troll” or not, AH responded as if they were of this culture and expressing concern over something offensive. And that in itself is so fucked up. Your personal beliefs don’t invalidate someone else’s. Anyone else’s. Your claims of legitimacy or lack there of don’t invalidate someone else’s. And the nasty, hateful comments all over this really reinforce the type of ignorance and bullying that is normalized on social media. Don’t try to defend or excuse it. It’s rude, it’s wrong. Period.
C: I have infinite more respect for someone who actually puts action behind their beliefs than someone with those same beliefs who writes 9,000 word essays online about how action is pointless. Same for the people who sit back smoking and theorizing but have a million and two reasons why nothing matters and why we can’t take action.
Is it ok for me to still like Kate mckinnons works, as long I'm still critical of her? I'm a trans woman, and I know she's not changed too much but I just... like her works..
Look, no one can tell you what you can and can’t like. I like some of her things - I *loved* the new Ghostbusters movie. Contrary to Tumblr belief, you can like someone’s work and not them. My rant was more aimed at the fact people are praising HER as a person, without any critical thought involved.
AU where Katara is respected for her individuality, her needs are understood by everyone who loves her, and her beliefs are not questioned because someone has a better way of doing things. AU where Katara is the queen that she is, not someone’s sidekick.
I think your enjoyment of the silent hill series...
Comes down to how developed your imagination is. The games, specifically 1-4, purposely leave out information and hide things from you so you can fill in the blanks with your own ideas and beliefs. Its understandable how someone who isn’t creative can find these games ridiculous. And it easy to see why some fans loved post team silent entries for this very reason. Silent Hill embodies in the true sense of the word, ambiguity, and your enjoyment of these games really comes down to rellying on yourself to make a bit of sense as to what is going on. Silent Hill 3 does this the best, because it throws weird, incomplete, and abstract imagery (and sound effects as well) at you from beginning to end, and its up to you to interpret these things.